I write with your voice in my head.
I sleep wrapped up in the memory of your arms.
The echoes of your heartbeats count out my footsteps.
The taste of your minty toothpaste greets my tongue

each morning.
And my coffee is the color of your eyes at dawn.
I swear I can feel your breath on my neck at midnight,
The clatter of your shoes on the hardwood floor,

Racing the puppy to dinner.
I smell your perfume in the needles of the evergreen,

The freshly fallen snow.
I hear your laugh in the crashing waves of the ocean,
And taste your tears in the rain.
Are those not your hands spilling ink across my page,

Your fingers counting the fireflies at dusk?
I write with your voice in my head.
I live with your heart in mine.